Amanda Hanshaw, in the quiet of her room, indulges in a secret ritual. She slowly undresses, her eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. She admires the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, tracing the lines of her body with reverent fingers. She lies back, her legs parting, her fingers finding the wet, aching center of her desire. She strokes and teases, her body writhing, her moans filling the room. She feels the wave of pleasure building, her body tensing, and with a final cry, she shatters, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.